What Do We Mean by “That Kind of Girl/Guy”?

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So I just impulse bought a guitar, corn dogs, and these black tights that are supposed to change a woman’s life. (Because apparently, tights can do that.)

Except so far, the corn dogs are doing most of the life changing. I feel some sorta way about this.

Mostly GREAT. But also wondering if I should call my parents to check on my missing sanity. (What are parents for, right?)

My mom would probably ask how many cups of coffee I’ve had today. And I’d be inclined to say 2+2=not enough coffee! Because MATH. We’re winning today, really.

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I should confess that this week has been a rollercoaster of sorts–full of ups, downs, and the HOLY SH*T moment that comes right before the inevitably huuuuuuge drop. Believe me when I say that the real-life re-enactment of this rollercoaster ride is as funny as it sounds.

This post comes from a place of accidentally awesome conversations (which are incidentally the best kind.) These are the sort of talks that leave you wanting to jump up and down, saying ,”YES, YOU GET ME!!!” In a caps-lock-intentional sort of way, of course.

Same mind, same kind. Life gets messy. We’re rolling with the punches like it’s NBD.

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The past few weeks have been filled with long walks where time ain’t no thang. With misfit life talks and pumpkin bread. With crazy concerts like dance party what? With Shakespeare term papers. And of course, with more pizza eaten standing in front of an open fridge than should be admitted to.

You can ask if I’m “that kind of girl.” (The cold pizza kind). But I think you know the answer to that.

Ask me if I’m mad about it. Spoiler alert: I’m not.

Okay okay, before you roll your eyes at me, let’s rewind.

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It’s a clutch sort of curiosity when you realize how often someone says, “I’m not, ‘that kind of girl’ or ‘that kind of guy.’ It’s a quirky phrase loaded with a charged ‘uh huh’ somewhere in there.

A stealthy Google search (amen!) will quickly reveal that Lena Dunham beat me to the punch line on this one. But seeing as she’s charging $28.99 on Amazon for the answer, I’m offering my completely unqualified and unscientific opinion for *free! (shipping & handling not included*) It’s a steal, on the DL.

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“I’m not that kind of girl” or “I’m not that kind of guy” slips its way into conversation with a sort of nonchalant subtlety. It’s rarely the main topic of conversation, but it appears most often as a way to imply what or who we are or are not.

How do I know? I’ve done it myself. And in the past 7 days, I’ve heard someone utter this phrase at least once each day. This isn’t a philosophical study or a scientific hypothesis so much as it is a simple observation. As eager as we are to define ourselves in a certain way, we’re also equally eager to enumerate what we are not.

Because heaven forbid that someone in the world define us as that sort of person. With all sorts of identifying tags from which to pick and choose, we begin to find ourselves straddling some imaginary line.

We don’t want to be too mainstream. But heaven forbid that we’re too hipster either. We don’t want to be the girl/guy who doesn’t care. But we don’t want to be the one who cares too much either. We don’t want to be basic bitches/bros. But whoa whoa don’t get too ratchet on me either.

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This isn’t unnatural; the grey area is our safety net. It protects us from what may otherwise seem to be an unsavory title. And truth be told, it may be as instinctual as a defense mechanism.

Knee jerk response, like hello. That’s a tricky bugger.

I get it. After who knows how many years of living, we–and those we know–have a very specific idea of who and what is allowed within the confines of “cool.”

But in hastily declaring that we’re “not that kind of girl/guy,” I wonder what we lose out on. In doing so, we’re never the person who is awkward or embarrassing or sick or irrational or annoyed for no reason. We’re not the person who let the dance floor get the best of us or who Facebook-stalked a person of interest. We’re not the one who double texted or who mispronounced that obvious word. We’re not the one who made something out of nothing.

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And we’re definitely not the one standing in front of the fridge, eating more pizza than should be admitted to.

Because that would make us that kind of person. And really, is there so much harm in that?

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This is A Weekend Story

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We’re not even going to pretend that this weekend was functional. Then again, we’re redefining normal and not even a little mad about it. Just sayin’.

We had ambitious plans for the weekend, like a modern day Kim Possible–minus the cargo pants and with the addition of an iPhone.

We had plans like getting loads of work done, calling Mom/Dad/siblings, doing aaaall the laundry, and oh, saving the world while we’re at it. Then life came on in and…well, happened.

Somehow, all  of our plans turned into too much Halloween candy, pumpkin beer, a really *ahem* creative Halloween costume…and oh, saving that pizza in the fridge. You feel me?

But really! Someone please explain to me who thought it was a good idea to lump Halloween, the start of November, and Daylight Savings into 72 hours.

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Are these bonkers crazy weekends supposed to be a sprint or a marathon? It feels like both.  And c’mon now, what kind of bargain is that?

Making it to Sunday feels like the finish line of this crazy weekend–it’s like the end of running laps in gym class.

By that, I really mean we’re the kid in gym class who is hauling butt with a flushed scarlet face and with a panting breath that says, “is-it-almost-lunchtime?”

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You know what I mean: THAT kind of weekend. The kind where uncommon shenanigans seem to be a common theme. The kind when the playlist we’re listening to is entitled “literal mess,” and nobody is messing with that sort of accuracy.

The kind of weekend when last night feels like a wayyyyyy long time ago. (Probably because we spent 99% of our time (and dignity) making janky a reality.) Oops? Not oops.

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We’ll call it a happy accident. The saving grace of our marathon-sprint weekend is this Sunday-to-Monday move. Because dangit, we’re kicking off the week right! This is when I take five for pancakes and check-in with friends, family, and myself to take stock.

For me, it’s the methodology of asking, “What’s the happs?” But mostly, it’s my über casual way of showing I care. It’s my way to get the lowdown on your life in exchange for sharing mine. So please do say hello :)

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Here’s the happs of this week/end:

HALLOWEEN: Our house was Earth, Wind & Fire (+Water) for Halloween. And all I really have to say is “Do you remember?”…Because I do, and I’m still laughing because it’s all straight up ridiculous. Let’s leave it at that.

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College students x career. To the seniors out there, this is all the feels. Last week, I had a long talk with someone about why we as students choose high-paying jobs at the expense of our true interests.  Truth be told, it was one of the most refreshing conversations I’ve had in a long while.  Though I don’t agree with all his points, Ezra Klein lends much-needed perspective to the subject in his article “Ivy League’s Failure is Wall Street’s Gain.” Give it a go!

• Caffeine x personality. The psychology of extroversion, introversion and caffeine. This is kooky stuff! I’ve never outright called myself an extrovert, but I do find that I work best when extra-caffeinated. There is perhaps nothing in the world that makes me happier than coffee and conversation.

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• On meditation: It’s easy for me to hold on to thoughts, but it’s hard to let ‘em go! I’m trying out Calm to dabble in meditation. It’s with the best intentions to tune out and turn in.

•Game-changing women. Because the pressure of “Doing It All” is just a whole lot of WHOA. A Georgetown grad and president of Barnard, Debora Spar spoke at Georgetown last week (introduced by President Degioia, below). She illuminated much of what it means to be a woman in leadership and how that translates to our generation. In the above interview, she speaks of Wonder Woman, perfectionism, and legacy. It’s a good read for the ladies & the gents.

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• Satire x Georgetown. This is the most accurate (and hilarious) description of Georgetown’s campus that I’ve ever read. Kudos to my friend, T, for his sharp-as-ever satire.

• In the realm of music: I’m loving Movement’s  “Us” – it’s a soft and thumping beat with ethereal vocals.  This version of Villagers’ “Nothing Arrived” is folk-y and acoustic, like a tribute to the warmth felt amidst Autumn’s chill.

That’s all for now friends! Here’s to bidding Halloween goodbye, to seeing a Shakespeare play, and to endless coffee conversation. Here’s to more dignity and less janky costumes, to casual dinners, to Earth, Wind, & Fire….and to pretending that next weekend will be more functional.

(Or not.)

Just sayin’.

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The Importance of Dinner

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October is a total faceplant. There’s really no other way to say it, is there?

See, back in the good ‘ole days, this month was just about scouting out the neighbor who gave out the King Size Peanut M&Ms for Halloween.

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Now, Fall is like HELLO I’M HERE, and we really have no choice but to open the door. Somehow, pumpkins are ending up in lattes. People are talking about being Nicki Minaj for Halloween. And the weather just went from sweaty to sweater. (I couldn’t even begin to tell you what that is in Celsius.)

School/work/life is feeling undeniably fo’real, and we’re all sorta pretending that we have our $#!% together. Except if we’re being honest, we don’t, and it’s totally cool.

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We’re really just trying to make it through Monday/Tuesday, with all our good humor in tack. Autumn, dudes! This shindig is a dinner sort-of-conversation.

That’s life on the lately, speaking of which. Last night, I had dinner with 3 strangers, 2 friends, and 1 Georgetown VIP. It was one of the best things I’ve done in awhile–if for no reason other than that it was out of routine.

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Routine is a tricky bugger. My routine includes a mind-blowing amount of peanut butter banana oatmeal, my favorite well-worn boots,  chapstick for dayz, Gmail inbox’in, walks to and from the business school, feedly, iced coffee in mason jars, friends, infinity on a simple gold chain, Todoist, messy ponytails, yoga gone digital, Pandora Film Scores, and a Spotify playlist or two.

But that’s a double-edged sword. And sometimes I wonder if we can become too caught up in our comfortable routines of who we see, what we do, and where we go. Suddenly, the daily becomes the weekly becomes the monthly. Routine is comfy! I don’t know about you, but comfy reigns supreme in my world…right up there next to chocolate-covered pretzels.

As I walked home last night, I began to consider the importance of dinner. Homegirl say what?

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Dinner, as it occurred to me last night, is a really big effin deal. You’re totally raising an eyebrow, but roll with the punches. Let’s jump in!

Breakfast is laid-back; lunch is casual; and coffee is lovely. For each though, we’re busy keeping it funky fresh. We got a whole day to do!

Dinner, however, is different. It equips us with opportunity to go beyond the whaddup?’s, the how’ya doin?’s, the yo what’s good?’s of our daily routines. Amongst friends and strangers alike, dinner invites us to stay a little longer. To hangout and call halftime. Conversation is a welcome guest!

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There’s something inherently charming about the onset of nightfall. The security blanket of night allows us to be a little bolder in our actions and words. With an evening curtain of darkness, we find a certain cozy comfort that nudges us to loosen the tie of 9-5 life and the straight-laced obligations of being human.

That’s not to say all dinners are formal, lengthy, or even the same.

Sunday suppers feel familial. And the word “supper” mainly just sounds old-fashioned–like Momma would be proud of our lingo. Sunday is the high five between tradition and straight chillin’. There’s couches and really good-bad TV shows and ignoring our total case of the impending Mondays.

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Wednesdays are somewhere between Grilled Cheese-ville and “Just tryna make it.” Quick and dirty. Eaten amidst the disarray of a week. Mismatched dishware is the perfect match for this crazy hump day situation.

Friday dinners are my favorite. They’re all over the dang place. But always with the people I most want to see after a long week. Fridays are when I make the effort to see you and when I hope you make the same effort too.

It’s when you’re willing to treat yo’self because surviving an entire week just doesn’t get enough credit. Fridays are for friends. For bottomless wine, bad chinese food, great pizza, solid beer, unbounded conversation, and the kind of homeskillets that will endure all of the above.

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Here’s the truth: these musings are wacky with a whole lot of whatttttttt?! It’s just a penny for our midweek thoughts and the gentle incentive to reconsider an evening meal.

So consider this your open invitation to dinner. It’s my way of saying, “Hey, you’re great!” Because that’s the truth. Let’s get out of our dang routines, and go back to the basics of good food + good company.

This dinner is mainly casual and mostly just an excuse for whatever strikes our fancy. Maybe we’ll straight chill over Chipotle. Maybe we’ll linger past the plate and into life talk territory. Maybe we’ll figure out how not to completely faceplant through October.

Orrrrrr maybe we’ll trade secrets about which neighbor is giving out the King Size Peanut M&Ms?

HOLLA. Yes, let’s hope it’s that one.

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5 Things Learned from a Weekend in New York

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I’m the girl flying on a swing in New York with an everything bagel in one hand…and a reckless disregard for limits in the other hand.

The California kid who is young, wild, and maybe a little too free for her own good. The spontaneous traveler who has a Mary Poppins bag. The wanderer who doesn’t race against time, but right along with it.

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Can we talk about New York City? IT’S WACKY. But ahem, good wacky.  A chaos of urban mankind that is (dis)organized just so. It has an energy about it.

And I’m hopelessly smitten.

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That makes total sense, if we don’t think about it for too long. Cut me some slack, and let’s do this Sunday thing:

1. /// We talked a lot about passion & purpose this weekend.
About discoveries found and love lost.

Don’t freak out about this! We’re allowed to be human. The sum of these conversations shows us how a person can be your anchor and axis. But also how the absence of such a person can throw you off balance. It’s true – we’re all just trying to make it! To keep our balance, in spite of the curveballs up life’s sleeve. To feel like what we’re doingwhat we love in some way, shape, or form.

For me, short trips are a subtle reminder of all this. It’s a hint at what and who matter most to us. The urgency of time means that conversations tend to dive beneath surface level chatter. I hope you know how much I appreciate these conversations.

I left New York City today, smiling but also wistful and wondering if this was the one that got away.

If this feels a lot like vulnerability, that’s because it is. The truth is bonkers scary! Let it be.

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2. /// It’s hard not to compare San Francisco and New York.

I’m particularly guilty of this, fo’real! The two harbor similarities, which make it easy to pit the cities against one another.

Butttttt it’s still all sorts of apples : oranges. To compare them is to compartmentalize two anomalies.  Well, tits man. We can do mo’bettah :)

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3. /// A bit about career & the job world. 

Everyone I know seems to be hunting for a job or starting a new one. I feel you, friends! Naturally, this is a hot topic ‘on the noggin. It’s a whole lot to wrap your head around! I wrote Chapter One-and-a-Half  as a sort of response to the question, “So what are you doing with the rest of your life?” I wrote because I was feeling the pressure of uncertainty and discomfort that comes with not knowing what comes next. New York, I’ve begun to realize, is a magnet for those figuring out what’s next.

Note: The only thing I purport to know certainly is that I don’t know anything for certain. It’s like we’re all looking for that singular “right answer” — only to realize there is no one right answer. To all on this Struggle Bus, here’s a few other pieces of perspective I’ve found helpful:

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4. /// I’m a go-getter who likes to get to the go!

{skip if you don’t care about places to go in NYC}. Before leaving for the weekend, I asked friends near and far for their go-to grinds in the Big Apple. I traipsed around NYC both solo and in good company. In case you’re headed to the city soon, here’s my own shortlist of awesome:

  • Brooklyn Waterfront, Pier 2 (Brooklyn): My new favorite place in New York. On Sundays, Smorgasburg is held here. It’s nature x kickback, design x big-kid-at-heart playgrounds. And on a sunny day, I promise you that there is abso-freaking-lutely nothing better. Good vibes through the roof!
  • Brooklyn Bagel Co (Chelsea, multiple locations): I’m a bagel snob. And I’m here to tell you that this Everything bagel + cream cheese is  the best bagel in NYC. It’s a game changer. And would I lie to you about this? I think you know the answer to that.

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  • The High Line (Chelsea): The walk I’ll never tire of. It’s a wonderful place to wander. Or a choice locale to hangout with friends.
  • Num Pang (Midtown East, multiple locations): Order the coconut tiger shrimp banh mi sandwich, if you know what’s good for you.
  • El Almacen (Brooklyn): My first ever Argentine restaurant. Ambiance to write home about. Meat lover’s paradise.
  • Long Island City Waterfront (LIC) – Best kept secret. Take the ferry and go at night — it’s a breathtaking view with a million twinkling lights.

{{Continue New York City recommendations HERE}}

5. /// Have friends, will travel.

This is one of life’s magical bottom lines. High fives to the homies who got your back, no matter where you go. “Making the effort” is a big time player on the F*CK YES list.  Appreciation is easier said than done for most. So to all the friends who housed, helped, hi’d, hey’d, hungout with, and hugged me this weekend — thanks for being RAD. You’re totally the real deal.

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I hope your weekend was super swell and that your Monday isn’t too daunting!

This week might get a littttttle out of hand. And that’s okay. We might struggle a bit to find our balance — our person, our career path, our whatcha-ma-callit…chill time?! The humanity of New York can attest that we’re not alone in trying to figure it all out.

Let’s just take this whole dang enchilada one day at a time. And remember that anything is possible with an everything bagel in hand.

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The Art of Real Talk

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Can we talk about real talk? I’m fairly sure that I’ve mentioned these two words at least 3.7 million times. It’s my first language, after all! But a quick rundown helps us all figure out what’s up.

At it’s core, Real talk (n.)  is the art of straight up communication. It’s a fast departure from linguistic eloquence, guarded pretenses, and even/often politeness too. It falls somewhere at the crossroads between forthright honesty x uninhibited authenticity.  Friends are a necessity of this situation. Because duh.

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All this to say that real talk is clutch but ironically rare. Our day-to-day words are forever in masquerade. They ensure that we aren’t too blunt, too clueless, too politically incorrect, too judged, too “basic,” too in danger of hurting others’ feelings, too frivolous, too awwwwwwwkwaaaard.

It’s nothing short of A WHOLE LOT to consider, no? Real talk is our respite from it all. It’s our dance-like-nobody’s-watching form of conversation!

Side note: Donuts are a prerequisite of this discussion. That’s just life on the real….because Sunday // because September. 

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So let’s do this dance! I’ve been thinking about illusions lately. What you see vs. what you get.

The above photos of my desk, friends, and food are an honest illusion. It’s my admission to you that behind every pretty picture is a pajama-clad HOT MESS. (That’s me!) Perspective, please–here’s what’s hanging out in my thoughts:

  1. Social media is a poignant example. We’ve put ourselves on constant camera, on mic, on tape. Oy vey, dude! Selective portrayal has become a really unreal phenomenon.  These thoughts of a millenial (not me) on social media bubbled up from my bookmarks, see: A 20-something’s Take on Social Media. 
  2. Beauty intrigues me. And I still haven’t quite figured out whether to consider makeup a help or hindrance to that. This Ted Talk by a makeup artist adds a few thoughts to the equation. Because we’re in the business of real talk: I honestly do wonder if a wild streak of vanity is responsible for my curiosity.
  3. Let’s breakdown the why of FUCK YES. A good chuckle and an even better thought piece. It’s a superb argument for why the grey area isn’t really so illusory. Relationships happen to be the topic, but I’d argue that it applies to this whole dang shabang we call life.
  4. I’ve taken precisely 2 ballet classes in my life. And dear god, it may’ve been the definition of comedy. But the NYC Ballet Company surprised me with this intersection of tragedy and art. Illusion of 9/11 rebirth in the best way. Not just for the dance-inclined. Give ‘er a watch (or two)!
  5. Vanity Fair’s announcement of The New Establishment 2014 felt funky. Or I didn’t know how to feel about it? Two realizations: the list is reeeeeeeal heavy on tech and reeeeeeeal light on women.
  6. Joy, whose corner of the Internet I absolutely love, reposted “Eating: A Manifesto.” Hey ladies & gents! It’s important. Really, really important. Skinny is a weighty subject and an even weightier illusion. But the truth is, guilty doesn’t look good on anybody. Let it go; let it flow.

In other news, I haven’t even touched my homework. But well…I’m afraid that the future will have to wait. I’ve been too busy dancing like the 2:27pm still-pajama-clad crazy fool that I currently am. Whoa nelly. This confession is upfront, unapologetic, and just a tad awkkkkwarrrrd.

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Best of all though, it’s the art of straight up communication–real talk in its finest form. :)

love & other hugs,

l

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The State of September

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Can we admit that we’re totally doggie paddling through September? I can’t find a #2 pencil to save my life. Chipotle is turning into a food group. Oops-I-did-it-again 3am bedtimes are, well, oops. And then there’s this maniac muffin bender.

I mean, if honesty is the best policy, let’s just throw it aaaallllll out there. Really, I’m not above it.

This is the State of September. Reporting live from Senioritis-ville, USA.

I hope this pops over to greet you on a mellow Wednesday. If you’re reading this, consider us friends. Because we can! If you’re reading this, I hope you give a holler. That you tell me what’s up and give me the lowdown.

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I might call you after this, or you might send a message using what many’a Mom/Dad keep calling “that texting thing.” They might send it in ALL CAPS or with 10 pictures of Uncle Hank’s new goldfish or with their signature at the end “-Mom / -Dad.” Just in case you forgot it was them.

Okay, so we may all be doggie paddling. Mom/Dad included.

Embrace this hot mess of a mid-week night’s dream. Tell me about yours.

Here’s mine:

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A year ago I was in France. And now, I’m officially a French minor. Which may or may not be translated as a sign to future people-who-care that I speak “croissant” fluently. It’s a fact, but I still Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.

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Nomad is fast becoming my middle name. I’ve moved back and forth 14 times in the past 3 years. Exploring is my nirvana! But being in a constant state of on-the-go makes permanence of place feel elusive. Everywhere is new and exciting but never truly yours. After 7 years, I finally made a room my own.

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It’s not so much defined by place as it is by the essentials – the salt and pepper of my life. Ya know what’s a mind-bender? Figuring out what your personality would look like if boiled down to a design. Mine is minimalist, green and verdant. Vaguely reminiscent of the borderline between Earth and ocean. Like the outdoors…but indoors.

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• You know by now that the Farmers’ Market is my happy place. Yo, wanna know a secret? Food-loving as I may be, it’s not the food that gets me. It’s the universal language behind it. Do you see those smiles on other people’s faces? That’s why I’m smiling.

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• My voice straight PEACED out this weekend. Losing my voice is aggravating and infuriating and inefficient…but oddly welcome.

Real talk: Losing your voice may very well be the universe’s clue to shut up and listen. Because that’s how the cookie crumbles. Life is lived and played both silly and reckless. Jumping into traditions and throwing in a come-to-Jesus every now and then for good measure.

• I’m hit by a craving of real intellectual engagement. That’s not a snub to Georgetown, as this article might suggest. It’s just me…doing me. I’m considering learning Spanish via Duolingo. And maybe a crash course in coding via Code Academy too. Heyo!

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• Songs? Song for Zula (Phosphorescent) and this end-of-summer mixtape

•  I’m reading Me Before You. (Kindle is a gamechanger!) The book reminds me of this. Because scary as death appears, it reminds us how to live.

Wednesday just got 10 feet deeper. Just keep swimming?

I’ll be the girl rightttttt over thereeee. You know — the one doggie paddling right there with you.

love & other hugs,
l

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So This is Summer & “The Future”

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I’m definitely maybe head over heels for August.

Seriously, I’m over here square dancing with the dog days of summer, while the rest of the folks in the US are egging on their air conditioner with chants of “DOWN WITH THE HUMIDITY.”

Or so I’m told.

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We can agree to disagree on the AC.

But I’m sure we can all agree on the wonders of summer’s finale…starring shorts, watermelon slices, barbecues (which we all know is really spelled bbq), beach trips, iced coffee with too much cream, iced tea with too much goodness (…not), lazy evenings, open windows, red sangria, iiiiiiiceeeee creeeeeammmmm, warm nights, bonfires, and sunshine every which way.

Plus, just hanging out! Hanging out, tuning in, and taking five like we do so well.

See, this is why we’re friends.

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Speaking of which, hey friends! Let’s hang.

I’m staring at that funny little in-between square in the face again. But this time it feels welcome, maybe even cordial.

It’s been less than one week since I left San Francisco & Google, and it’s less than one week until I start my senior year at Georgetown.

Whoa there – it’s a LIFE SANDWICH! With a whole lot of good stuff smushed in between two major contenders.

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Suddenly, everybody seems to want to know about those two major contenders.

Every conversation is peppered with questions about what happened and what’s going to happen. About living in San Francisco, about Google, about senior year, and about “the future” beyond.

Pause: “The future” should be in obligatory air quotes at all times.

You feel me? I’m talking ’bout those quotes where you unceremoniously wiggle your fingers mid-air to demonstrate just how ludicrous something is. Totally that kind!

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Long story short: life is good. Google was a different kind of great; home is what the doctor ordered; and my final year at Georgetown, I imagine, will be nothing short of swell.

Summer in the Bay and a second internship at Google surprised me. Sure, there were still all the crazy Security shenanigans, Google Glass demos, five star food, coffee had, etc.

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But if you were hanging ’round these parts for this post, you know that this summer was a marked changed from last. It was a gamechanger plus two…but in a completely new way. Ya dig?

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I lived in the Mission district on Dolores Park with two amazing roommates, A and N. I hustled erryday with A, trekked to Sonoma wine country with N, dinner’d with L, enjoyed burritos with M.

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I ventured to the Golden Gate Bridge, hiked Lands End, brunched with unapologetic enthusiasm, survived Outside Lands with P and just started figuring it out. San Francisco is wonky, but then again, so are we.

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I settled into a groove with home, work, and people, straddling the permanence of routine and the transience of summer. Does that mean we’re ‘big kids’ now? I’m into it.

Roomie and resident baller, A, aptly coined the phrase “learning to adult”© to represent this bizarre midline between straight up kiddo and grown up. It’s an education in its own right. And a sincere reminder that good friends are really the cure-all. Even and especially when your tenacity is down for the count.

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Meanwhile, home has been about the simple things. Friends who’ve been there since the diaper days, and family who can accept that a pound of blueberries is not safe around me.

Read between the lines: I’ve assumed a nonstop faceplant on the beach and belly flop position in the waves. I’m grappling to remember the last time I wore real-people-clothes (not bathing suits or pajamas). And the couch and I are a little too friendly. Hubba hubba.

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That’s the TL;DR version. I hope you’re doing your thang and doing it well. That you’re learning to adult (aren’t we all?) and learning it well. That you, like me, are not trading these last few sips of summer for too much of “the future.”

Because we got this. And let’s not forget: It’s all in “air quotes” anyway.

love & other hugs,
L

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